At Lin Shaoqing's friendly question, Ryan, his spirits lifted, replied enthusiastically, "Although I didn't notice the problem you just pointed out, I'm quite sure they'll never become very popular."
"Get to the point!"
Ryan didn't seem to notice Lin Shaoqing's impatience. Like a salesman trying to persuade a friend to buy insurance, he rambled on. "They're very powerful. I mean, definitely stronger than ordinary people...
That's not the main problem...
The bigwigs at the World Security Council have questionable judgment when it comes to choosing people.
They overlooked the fact that all these people are white.
In the current social climate, an organization made up entirely of white people will have a hard time earning everyone's goodwill and trust.
So I'm planning to bring some new people onto the team. I saw the combat footage of Shang-Chi.
As a fan of Chinese kung fu, I think the team needs a superhero who can represent China.
I also need to bring on a Black guy. I have to make the team more international...
Well, that doesn't have much to do with you for now."
As he spoke, Ryan looked at Lin Shaoqing, who wore a strange expression, and said, "You're a top fighter yourself..."
Lin Shaoqing stared at Ryan in disbelief, then smiled. "Don't tell me you're thinking of recruiting me to serve the World Security Council?"
Ryan blinked, then suddenly clapped his hands. "Yeah, why not?
Buddy, your situation seems pretty unusual...
If you're willing, I can write a proposal and try to invite you onto my team.
You've got a story those other people completely lack. With a little polish, you could become a legend.
People are tired of flawless, larger-than-life heroes. They prefer heroes with character and a story.
Like that hot-tempered Manhattan Axe, the womanizing Iron Man,